Violet - The Trouble With Blueberries

Violet Beauregarde, an overly eager young lady of ten years, was enjoying her new gum. It wasn't actually her gum, something that would have been unheard of before her trip to the chocolate factory. No, it belonged to Willy Wonka, one that would allow people to experience a three-course meal just by chewing. But then again, she had snatched the gum away from its vending machine, she had boasted that as the world record holder of gum chewing it was second nature to her, it might as well have been hers.
So far, the trip to the factory had been interesting. She didn't really take much notice of the other kids who had won the chance to visit it, although she did find it funny to see Augustus fly up the pipe, get stuck then shoot up like a rocket. Most of the time everyone else's voices were dulled by either her thoughts, her talking to her parents, or the sound of her old piece of gum smacking against her teeth.
Her hair was a shambles, a blob of curly red hair that twirled all over the place, an informal crack in her otherwise sensible appearance; a purple dress and shoes with ribbons on them. While the hair was a natural part of her looks, the clothes were picked out by her parents to make sure that she would look nice when seeing Mr Wonka, rather than have him view her tomboyish attitude through her t-shirt and jeans and trainers and reflect disinterest off of them. Any chance of winning the prize was hers, as long as she looked and acted proud to a sensible degree.
'Whatever,' she thought.
Mother and father stood by her, father excited that she was trying this wonder-gum, mother's face showing a hint of dislike in the matter. Mother didn't think highly of Violet's favourite hobby - or rather, her only hobby - but the girl was happy and proud of her ways, which was good enough for Mrs
Beauregarde.
Violet had hit the dessert - blueberry pie, she tasted the huge portions of it, filling her up more and more until her stomach felt satisfied. A great finish for this wonderful gum. She couldn't wait to win the prize and have as much of this gum as possible - she could even substitute it for eating!
Her parents and everyone else around her looked at her with horror. She listened to what they were saying between chomps and realised that her skin had turned blue, then darkened into purple, then settled at violet. Even her dress had darkened. Fear and confusion ran over her - what else was going to happen? It couldn't get any worse, could it?
A strange feeling struck her; she swore that her hips were slightly wider, pushing themselves outward in a funny little vibration, gaining more and more volume with each second. Then a pushing sensation in her stomach, and when she looked down it started to bulge out of her purple dress's prim and thin frame in a pudgy shapeless mess before forming into a ball. As it did, the very top and bottom of her belly rose up and dropped down respectively to add to the ball, the sides bounced out, the stitchings of her dress savagely torn open as her stomach lifted her skirt up with ease and stretched her dress all over. She could feel herself growing everywhere, the rush and heaviness making it difficult for her to move. Her arms tingled and were warm with new layers of fat; as she shook them in a panic, they jiggled around. Her shoes were a bit tight; her legs and thighs appreciated their extra flabbiness, becoming bulky mountains of blubber. Shoulders scrunched up and squashed her face with the help of her budding breasts. The red twirly locks of her messy hair touched her skin.
The great ongoing machines that were her jaws started to swell slightly, and her cheeks puffed up into little blue cushions. As Violet tried to speak, she found herself talking in a slower, deeper voice, one that carried as much weight as her body, yet still retained the sound of a girl but necessarily a young lady such as her. The hips continued to widen, carrying on its mission to expand along with the belly, until finally the two sides merged together to create a perfect sphere all-round.
She could tell that her legs were buckling under her newfound mass, still ballooning that the top of her legs started to get lost in her puffed up body.
The bloatedness of the juice sloshing inside her got to her - it was unbearable, not painful but too uncomfortable to put up with. It made her feel even heavier, if such a thing was possible in her engorged state.
"Oof!" she groaned as her body heaved back and forth on the spot. She tried to throw her arms and kick her legs but to no avail; they were as stiff as a plank.
She was grateful that her clothes had stretched enough to not expose even an inch of skin; a prideful girl such as her would have been embarrassed if so much as her belly button was revealed by her transformation. Unfortunately it occurred to her that her rolling around in her inflated state led to her undergarments being in full view of everyone, so what little pride she had held on to diminished quite quickly.
Her parents were yelling at Wonka, who was all smiles and calmness. He said something about sending her to the juicing room. Violet's opinion of the great man lowered: here she was, now a gigantic fruit who felt she going to explode, and he was relaxed about the situation.
All of a sudden, the Oompa Loompas surrounded her, a group of men, women and children in rags. They were very small, even more so now that she was massive. Their blonde hair reminded her of her own; unkempt, astray. And like their master, they were smiling, giggling even, as their hands were all over her and concentrated on pushing her. Once they managed to roll the blueberry girl a bit, they started singing. With their voices high and joyful despite their lyrics talking about the pest that gum was. It annoyed her, especially how the constant rolling made her queasy.
'If I get out of here,' she thought, 'I'm never touching another stick of gum in my life.' The taste of blueberries in her mouth turned stale.